For years, my partner let me get by with using the word 'disconcerning', in my sentences. In my spoken word, my written word, my documented word. All the while giggling silently to herself; keeping the truth like a private joke that is shared with no one. Finally, she let it slip “there is no such word.” She broke the news to me quietly and gently. Most likely, after I had said it numerous times in one sentence while in a formal setting.
What of the forgotten word? The strange product? The things that just don't make sense to us yet, we dare not ask others about this 'item/word/thought for fear of looking foolish!
There is a threat of national proportion out there and everyone is choosing to ignore it. It is the threat of non threatening products, sense of style and/or misguided beliefs.
What does it mean when someone is asked to not top off at the gas pump? Furthermore, why isn't there a picture at the pump explaining why topping off is bad for you?
Why do I have to give a password to my own computer? It's my own -----ing computer. It really pisses me off that I have to explain myself to soulless piece of machinery. Again, the question begs, why am I a threat to my own computer?
Why is there still a photo-mat or photo-lab? Does everyone else know something I don't know? Why doesn't Mr. and Mrs. Smith develop their photos at home like everyone else?
Now, this, this is really bothersome, jackets for dogs! My three dogs all have coats. They were given them at birth. Yet, every year, like clockwork, my partner and I are out shopping for the latest and most expensive trendy Old Navy jacket and the outlet malls in Tilton, NH.
I think a doomsday of an epic magnitude will hit when people in Massachusetts realize that there are mountains in their state and they should just stay down there and leave New Hampshire alone.
Doomsday is coming. Are you prepared?